Christopher's POV
I watched Olivia scurry back into the changing room, her face flushed and eyes wide. Damn, she looked good in that dress. Too good. I turned to Harrison, my jaw clenched.
"What the hell, Harrison? We agreed Olivia's character would be decent in this film. No unnecessary exposure, remember?"
Harrison shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze. "I, uh, thought she might be okay with it. You know, pushing boundaries and all that."
"Boundaries? That dress was barely there. Did you see how uncomfortable she looked? We're making a psychological thriller, not softcore porn."
Harrison opened his mouth to protest, but I cut him off. "No. We're not putting her in those costumes. End of discussion."
I snatched the tablet from Valerie's hands, ignoring her startled yelp. My fingers swiped through the photos, each more revealing than the last.